159: Chapter 159 Auntie is looking for you
Consciousness returned to reality.
The hatch of the virtual pod slowly opened, and Lin Yun sat up, exhaling a long, stale breath.
As soon as he looked up, he saw two pretty faces leaning in close.
"Brother Lin Yun!"
Qiao Shiyu's excited voice was almost enough to pierce his eardrums.
The silver-haired Little Bean grabbed his arm, her small face filled with impatience:
"You're finally out! Hurry, hurry, hurry! My aunt is looking for you!"
"Aunt? Looking for me?"
Lin Yun was stunned.
"Yes, yes!"
Qiao Shiyu nodded repeatedly.
"She is in the office on the top floor of the Virtual Training Building and told us to bring you over as soon as you came out!"
Beside her, Bai Lulu stood with her arms crossed, leaning lazily against the virtual pod. Although she didn't speak, a glimmer of curiosity flashed in her charming eyes.
Clearly, they were also very interested in the reason why Shen Qingqiu was looking for Lin Yun.
Lin Yun's heart stirred.
Shen Qingqiu... that Director of the Combat Department, Qiao Shiyu's aunt.
Qiao Shiyu had previously revealed that her aunt had long known he was guiding their Cultivation, but she had never intervened.
Now that she was suddenly summoning him, could there be some unforeseen development?
"Let's go."
He stood up without asking any more questions.
The three of them left the virtual training area and took the internal elevator to the top floor.
In the elevator, Qiao Shiyu and Bai Lulu were uncharacteristically quiet, not bickering as usual.
Noticing the subtle atmosphere, Lin Yun asked casually, "How did you two do on your challenges?"
This question seemed to open the floodgates.
Qiao Shiyu pouted, looking dissatisfied:
"Don't mention it! I cleared the first floor of the Combat Power Tower and killed half the Yao Beast on the second, giving me a score of 1.5! The Trial Tower was even worse, only 1 point! Total score is 2.5!"
Bai Lulu snorted, "I got 1 point in the Combat Power Tower and 1.5 in the Trial Tower, so my total is also 2.5. What's there to complain about?"
"What do you mean 'complain'?" Qiao Shiyu immediately bristled. "My score is the same as yours, why can't I complain!"
"Because you're stupid!"
"You're the stupid one! My Combat Power Tower score is higher than yours!"
"My Trial Tower score is higher than yours!"
"It's a tie!"
"If it's a tie, why are you still complaining!"
The two started arguing again, completely forgetting the quietness in the elevator just a moment ago.
Lin Yun couldn't help but laugh, "You two, your total scores are the same, and it's a tie again, so what is there to argue about?"
Both of them snorted simultaneously and turned their faces away, though they didn't continue.
Qiao Shiyu added with puffed-up cheeks:
"Brother Lin Yun, you don't know, we checked the freshman leaderboard before!"
"The current highest total score is 2.98! We are tied for ninth with 2.5!"
"This result is simply embarrassing in our Family!"
Bai Lulu rarely agreed:
"That's right. We are from prominent Families, with resources countless times better than other students, yet we couldn't even make it into the top three. It's shameful."
Looking at their aggrieved expressions, Lin Yun couldn't help but laugh:
"2.5 points is already quite good. Among the freshmen, that's already in the top 10. You have done very well."
He was right; Qiao Shiyu and Bai Lulu's 2.5 points were indeed top-tier results among the freshmen.
One must know that there are tens of thousands of new students enrolling every year.
Over eighty percent of them are still at the Apprentice level in their Cultivation.
Their blood-qi value has just passed 100 points, barely reaching the threshold of a Martial Artist.
They need to receive the basic Cultivation Technique, the "Basic Channeling Formula," distributed for free by the school to Breakthrough to become a First-Stage Martial Artist.
As for Qiao Shiyu and Bai Lulu, they come from prominent Families and are themselves little Geniuses within their Families.
They have had a constant stream of resources backing them since they were young.
Furthermore, they had already been Cultivate for four or five years back in the secondary school affiliated with the Martial Arts University.
They were able to directly use some of the university's resources and receive guidance from professional instructors.
Such conditions and resources are things that ordinary freshmen wouldn't even dare to imagine.
To reach the Second-Rank Martial Artist level upon enrollment and score 2.5 points is already far beyond 99.99% of the freshmen.
But Qiao Shiyu and Bai Lulu clearly didn't think so.
The two started arguing again, one sentence after another.
One claimed she fought better than the other, while the other claimed she just underperformed.
"By the way, Brother Lin Yun, how many points did you get?"
Qiao Shiyu stopped arguing and asked curiously, her eyes filled with anticipation.
She knew Lin Yun was strong, but she didn't know just how strong Lin Yun could be.
Bai Lulu also leaned in, her eyes full of curiosity:
"Yeah, Brother Lin Yun, tell us. You must be much more powerful than us."
Looking at their expectant faces, Lin Yun smiled and said:
"Not much, a total score of 10.05."
"10.05 points?"
Qiao Shiyu and Bai Lulu were stunned simultaneously, the curiosity on their faces instantly replaced by extreme shock.
Their mouths were agape, wide enough to fit an egg, and their eyes were blank, as if they hadn't heard Lin Yun clearly.
They were stunned for a long while before finally recovering. Qiao Shiyu asked again, her voice trembling:
"Brother Lin Yun, you... what did you say? 10.05 points? You're not joking, are you?!"
Bai Lulu also looked incredulous:
"Yeah, Brother Lin Yun, that's impossible, right?"
"On the freshman leaderboard, the best one only has a total score of 2.98. How could you possibly get 10.05?"
"This... this could even make it into the top 50 of the Genius Ranking!"
Although they knew Lin Yun was strong, knew he was at the Second-Stage Perfection level, and knew his Combat Technique was very powerful.
But they had never imagined that Lin Yun could get such a high score.
10.05 points.
This was no longer the level of a freshman.
Even among the senior students on the Genius Ranking, those who could get this score were very few.
Lin Yun nodded with a smile and said in a calm tone:
"I'm not joking. 4.05 points from the Combat Power Tower and 6 points from the Trial Tower, adding up to 10.05."
"Tr... Trial Tower 6 points?!"
This sentence was like a thunderclap, instantly stunning Qiao Shiyu and Bai Lulu into looking at each other, completely speechless.
6 points in the Trial Tower meant that Lin Yun had cleared the sixth floor of the Trial Tower!
They couldn't even clear the second floor of the Trial Tower, yet Lin Yun had actually cleared the sixth floor. This gap was simply too large!
The two looked at Lin Yun with eyes full of awe and admiration.
So, Lin Yun was even much stronger than they had imagined!
Qiao Shiyu excitedly grabbed Lin Yun's arm and shook it:
"Brother Lin Yun! You are just too amazing! I must tell my Family to give me more resources! I want to catch up to you!"
Bai Lulu snorted, but her eyes flashed with fighting spirit:
"Don't dream, Little Bean, you will never catch up in this lifetime."
"You're the one who won't catch up!"
"You won't catch up!"
"You!"
The two started arguing again, but this time, there was a strange trace of... pride by association in their argument?
The elevator door opened, and the three of them walked out, following the corridor to the door of an office.
Qiao Shiyu knocked on the door: "Aunt, we're here, and we've brought Brother Lin Yun."
"Come in."
From inside the office came Shen Qingqiu's cold and capable voice, carrying a trace of a faint smile.
Qiao Shiyu pushed the door open and walked in with Lin Yun and Bai Lulu.
The office was spacious and bright, with a simple yet elegant decor. Some calligraphy and paintings related to the Dao were hanging on the walls, and a faint fragrance of tea permeated the air.
Lin Yun's gaze was instantly drawn to the beautiful figure behind the desk.
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